Well, I'm still here. I have grown my coat for the cold winter like a Tsar's robe. |
It requires a certain delicate maintenance. |
I am free to go. Yet I remain. |
The 15 hours a day I sleep have no effect. I wake to the same tedium. |
Forgotton on the floor. I alone feel this rejection. |
I am surrounded by morons... |
...who torment me mercilessly. Still, I've learned a few things. |
While my caretakers ignore my attempts to participate... |
My life is in the toilet. |
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